Shane, perhaps distracted by some fun thoughts, readily agreed to Sage''s n and promised to carry


    it out smoothly.


    After hanging up, Sageid on the king bed in her hotel room with a lingering fear for what happened


    earlier that night. She felt thankful that Donald wasn''t hurt, otherwise she''d me herself for it.


    After lying around for a bit, she heard a text notification on her phone. Terry had texted her. "Unblock


    my number."


    She could tell from the tone thatn hadposed the text. After hanging up onn the other night,


    she had blocked his contact on her phone.


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    To hell with his request! His text irked her. If only he agreed to the divorce, Ivy wouldn''t have repeatedly


    stirred trouble for her.


    In the middle of her sleep, she groggily heard the door unlocking. Following that, she heardn softly


    thanking someone.


    Heart sinking, she sat up in her bed.n had indeed shown up in front of her, donning the same suit he


    wore in the video call with Donald. He carried a small briefcase, looking as if he had hastily made his


    way here.


    "W-Why are you here?" she stammered in shock. Why did he show up at Colville at this hour?


    He calmly ced his briefcase on the floor and removed his jacket, which he ced in the closet. He


    moved around naturally, like a husband who had returned home.


    "Why would the hotel staff let you in?" Sage confronted him coldly after collecting herself.


    He addressed her question calmly, “We''re a married couple. All I needed to do was to show the front


    desk our marriage certificate and register myself as a guest. Then, they opened the door for me."


    She snickered. In the past, she was the one in the rtionship who showed off their marriage


    certificate to call dibs on him. Never had she thought thatn would one day do the same thing.


    "So what brings you here?" She sounded impatient.


    He did not reply. Walking up to her, he ignored her cold shoulder and took her injured left hand. The


    scabs were healing well, and the skin over her wound had regenerated. However, it looked a little red


    and swollen after she forcefully picked up the traffic cone to fend off the motorcyclists earlier.


    "Why didn''t you tell me about the ident?" he questioned with unreadable emotions. There seemed


    to be a hint of concern in his low, frosty tone.


    She withdrew her hand. n Hob, you''ve always asked me what I''m trying to do, so I''ll direct the


    same question at you today.


    "We''re about to get a divorce. Besides, don''t you see me as a vile woman who hurt Ivy? A few days


    ago, you even imed that you''d stay out of my business. If so, why did you rush to Colville in the


    middle of the night? Was that fun for you?"


    He pressed his lips. Then, he said softly, "We''re legally a married couple as long as we haven''t filed for


    a divorce. Of course, I had to check on you because you blocked my number and refused to pick up my


    calls."


    He wasn''t wrong. As Mrs. Hob, she might taint his reputation if the paparazzi wrote up trash


    tabloid articles about her.


    "Now that you''ve confirmed I''m safe and sound, you may leave." She tried to kick him out.


    He refused to leave. Not only that, he sat by her bed. "It''s past midnight. I have nowhere to go."